Chopped Liver – My Iron Lung

People feel more comfortable when they can see you for what you are – or for what they perceive you to be. You can be classified, categorised (I feel a Bob quote coming on). So, perhaps when I meet people now who don’t know my past – I am categorised as that person who is waiting on a liver transplant.

Who knows what else they may be thinking? Oh, he shoulda looked after his liver. What did he do? Couldn’ta happened to me!

But that’s just the way it is. The way we are.

There’s a woman I know – I say “know” – I don’t really know her – never met her. But I feel I know her – although all I really know about her is her health condition – and her phenomenal achievements in the face of adversity.